The evening world. Newspaper, May 25, 1915, Page 15

al S¥Norsis OF PRECEDING cHaptens. Patrick Mahon, nine year-old son of an irish tthe. ara “Lichtentera”, Centasiea cartier Laced | J Haron Lacitenberg \@ inaene on the subject. te" thinks Patrick (he feinearmarion ot the anccator who © "i ihteal ‘ jot No RAE the bag Lo dea ithe Among other children at the sone ere ‘ a ats ‘ise Pelictent, Carl ste Bight g servant of ihe Baton tries to wa Vee fae ct, the SESE: leering, of the attemor, “challenges the CHAPTER IV «ties (Contin ued.) toa The Death of Vogel. HEN we went out to the ods riages and drove away. Presently from the torch- Man running ahead of us we heard a cry as of Iam- -Ju: Omtation. Von der Goltz sprang up on the eat and looked abea ‘A white hare is running before us," said he. “That is bad for Count od? Carl voa Lichtenberg.” My father bowed siightly, as if toa ball heard remark. tun A White hare, it seems, was the sign rene death in the house of Lichtenber . Turning a bend in the road 53 carriage drew up. We waited for a moment tll the aig @0und behind told us that the second carriage had come up and then, the torchman running ahead of Us, we ebtpalighted, “Joubert,” said my father, handing him @ packet, “you will stay here fiow with the dog. Open this packet should anything befall me. Patrick, you will come with m “Dieu vous garde!" id Joubert. tigrAmd, following the others, we entered ._. the forest, sa" We had not gone more than two an hundred yards when we came to a odg Clearing amidst the trees—a breesy, Open space, that the moon lit over the waving pine tops, Here the juegers divided themselves into two lines, a yards or so apart, and stood motion- le soldiers on parade. Baron von berg with his arms folded stood with his back to us, looking at th clouds running across the {ave of ( moon; and the two army officers, drawing aside, began to undo the rds from the bundle. > Patrick,” said my father, leadin, ».; Me under the shade of the trees, “ struck my kinsman in bis own house fe-nlght, The only excuse [ can Spy ang took his sword from Von der itz. It was a curious little speech, or “would have been from any one but a Frenchman of Irish origin. But I ‘Was not thinking of it. was mes- meérized by the sight before me, * When the two ‘men took their words they returned them to the seconds, The swords were then bent to prove the steel, and measured, and then returned to the principals. fo iinen, the jacgere ‘moved. tomether ? imost shoulder to shoulder, and in the space between: the two lines of hes the duellists took their stand. wind in the pi and the guttering and pcre ote” flambeaux, and a fox bari! away somewhere in the forest. Then came Geheral Hahn's voto ecorand instant upon It the quarreling bad ef the rapie The antagonists were perfect wordemen; the raplers were now in- viet now like jets of light as the sstarch-Hght shot along them. Over the music of the at the wind in oy the pine-trees said usb!" and the barking of the fox still came from q on, my soul on fire, my bands thrust in # ie te of my caped overcoat, ” inted the bite of blecult-erumbes ta '*O" those same pockets, and made tn balls from the fluff, and noted wit one and particular attentos the ex, of & hole in ene of the linings. The interior of m pockets marked itself upon my memory ae sharply and inmetently as the scone pebetore me~euch & eirenge thing is that, if Von Lebionuers my ta Tee as fouls ‘be bate ot Vou LAchtenvers Yet, deapit ving robes! Von bActte d flew from bie hen ugh be Ww fe \ometnes be wane « heey of the or of Thor could pot have nore Bortusiy (oan ibe hud passed Uorvuwh bie of ot het by fetes, ood une W ) Hebe, on one knee, wan oup Fupe You lacvinmberg io hie ei ihe be Harun & lane wae feu, wie ved forward, eed vie jew bie bnew tn the ts trom ween ene we wer Me menue ne yond and @ante and yawned. foumne sigh hay Out bis wees Lo pinche in ah en ww leek te wou he » By H. DE VERE STACPOOLE} Author of “THE SHIP OF CORAL,” Bteo. is ar and 2 strode out into the torctlight didn't seem to care. He spoke only jannt” once again: “ “Tam listenin, The wind in the pine trees and the fox inthe wood and the slobbering of the torches fille “T am listenin, “He is dead, the silence. 14 Von"Ger Goite. CHAPTER V. We Return Home. Y easy stages we returned to Paris, On the morning after our arrival Joubert awakened me with the news that I was to accompany my father on a call upon the Duo de Morny, all-powerful adviser of our Emperor, Napoleon III. (some said his half-brother). At @ quarter to 10 my father, In full General's uniform, very gorgeous, wearing his medals and the cross, ap- peared In the hall, where I was wait- ing for him. A closed carria, was at the door. We got in and started. As we left the chilly morning and passed through the swing-glass doors held open for us by a powdered foot- man, it was like entering a green- house, «0 warm was the air, and #0 perfumed with Sowers. “Stay here, Patrick,” said my father, in the crowded ante-room, and he indicated a chair close to the door. Then he vanished into the sanctum of the Minister, and 1 was left alone to contemplate the people around me. ‘They were arranged in little groups, talking together; fat men and thin men, several priests, stout gentlemen with the red rosette of the Legion of Honor in their buttonholes, sun-dried gentlemen from Provence with flery eyes and enormous mustaches, all talking, most of them gesticulating, and each awaiting bis audience with the Minister, Suddenly through this crowd, which divided before her as the Red sea divided before Pharaoh, straight to- ward me came the only female oc- cupunt of the room, an old lady at least seventy years of age, yet dressed like a girl of sixtee: she Was #0 evidently making for ine that 1 rose to meet her, and before | could resent the outrage a lace frill tickled my chin, a perfume of stephanotis haif smothered me and a pair of thin lips smacked against my cheek. She had kissed me. Scarlet to the eyes, conscious that | was observed all, not knowing exactly what [ |, | did @ very unmannerly thing— wiped my cheek with the back of my hand as if to wipe the kiss away. “I knew you at once,” said the old lady, who was none other than the Countess Wagner de Pons, reader to the Empress, “You are the dear General's Uttle boy, of whom I have heard so mych—le petit Patrique. And you have been away and you have just returned. Mon Dieu! the likeness is most speaking. Now, look you, Patrique, over there on that fauteuil, That ts the litle Comte Coligny, whom I have brought this morning to make his bow to M. le Due de Morny. Come with me and I will introduce you to him. He is of the haute noblesse, a child of the highest understanding, tre propre.” I glanced at the little Comte de Coigny. He was a tallow faced, heavy looking individual, bigger than IT and older, He might have been eleven. He was dressed like a little man, kid gloves and all, and be was looking at me with a dull and sinia- ter expression that spoke neither of a high understanding nor a good heart. Before 1 could move toward him, led by the Countens Wagner de Porn, the door of De Morny's room opened, and my father's voice sald: = “Patrick.” Leaving the old lady, I came. T found mynelf in a huge room, with long windows fiving # view of the rden and the river. It was, in fact salon set out with f ouches, A bed tn one @ low platfor focongruity He sleep ous melon a mind, Butt hag ttle f thene things, for the m with his back to the fireplace sbeorbed J} my attention . He’ was above the middie heteht with a beld domelike forehead, strong face, and wearing © mustache and imperial, He was dressed like any other gentleman, but there was that shout him—« self-contained vigor, & palmness of manner, and & grace--that stainped bim at once on the memory ee & person rh to be formoten y Hide son,” said my 1 saluted, and the great man » 1 wae questioned about the btenbers, for it seems the ate more than @ stir at tw thew fe eure euid my father, when 1 had Buished my evidence, “run off ond iY “i . ready tor you ey! ‘iin whom 418 be eupect me to play’ With the fat Depy’ the opulent bank ound fonged the baie The Cuunie We town the path loward the river Ant yeu,” 06 be, bieeming We He was a schoolboy of the Bour- College, but all the planing and olishing of the Jesuit fathers had not proved his manners, it seems. The tone of his reply was an insult tn itself, and I took it as such, and held my tongue and waited. 'e walked right down to the balus- trade overlooking Coligny mounted, sat on the balus- trade, whistled, and as he sat kicking his heels he cast his ey me from crown to to I stood before hii humility of the yo blood was boiling, id ed at the sight of his face. Some trees sheltered us from the house, and my gentleman from the Bourdalote College took a box of im with the seeming unger child, but my my knuckles flabby, pasty AT FIRST YOU MIGHT HOVE THOU GHT THES ENTLEM ‘ — “Home, Lubin!" le clapped the door on me, and I was driven off, with his speech ringing in my ears, a speech which 1 believe wi for the gallery as for me. This was my first encounter with the Comte de Colgny, and 1 believe I had the worst of it, But I was not thinking of De Coigny—I was thinking of litte Bloise, of the Countess whose ity haunted me, and of the Count, that noble-looking gentleman, now in Eloise had told me that their house in Paris was situated in the Faubour; id, a8 we turned out of an inspiration cam 4 the cheok-striag, th pped, and I put my bi ae y head the attention it mon of Fauchard, the @ matchbox adorned wit of a ballet girl. He put a cigarito between his thick lips, lit it, blew « puff of smoke, and held out the box to me to have one. Fired with the manliness of the affair I put out my hand, and received, in- & rap on the gamokooper, been passing. meant as much 1 do not remember calling for help; I remember nothing distinctly tii I found myseit on my bed and old Dr. Periobaud of Etiolles bending over moe. keonly alive to my position, for my right thigh was broken in two places nd the doctor was setting it. the thing Was over the doctor retired with Joubert to the next room and there they talked, learn that the sitk have ears to with and # sense of bearing doubly of a cigarito, knuckles with his cane. “That's to teach you not to smoke,” “How old are you?” ‘The blow hurt; Then I became wald Mentor. “Nine,” replied 1. but J put my hand in my pockets, and I think neither my volce nor my face betrayed my feelings. And what part of Germany jou come from?” “T was last staying at the Castle of Lichtenberg.” “Aha!” said the gentleman on the . “And who, may I ask, did tertain at our Castle of Lichten- berg? "King William of Prussia,” I re- mat plied, out of my childish vanity, “the Count Feliciant, too grand to let it, so it was placed in the hands of a caretaker. gloomy house, dating from 1672, but the pavilion was the pleasantest place It was situated in the Woods of the chateau, woods adjoin- ing the Forest of Senart. rooms, and w: St Germain, a the Rue de Lil in the world, When iH pecrs surrounded by @ deep moat. A drawbridge gave access to it, and by touching a lever the draw- bridge would rise, and you were as ‘isolated from the world as though you were surrounded by a wall of iron. On the evening of our sixth day at the pavilion @ visitor arrived. It was He had left his carriage in the road at the gates of the chateau, and had come to the pavilion on foot, I was at supper when he He ordered another of wine; he was gay, excited, his eyos were brilliant, and he seemed qui have forgotten my escapades in Pari for he never, referred to them. only come for an hour, to see how I was getting on, ition came to my ears. ke in & muted voice, it is true, but this only made the mate, You ‘have sent for the General, tt “Oul, monsieur, back has started to fetch him, will be here in an hour, upjeas’—— The speakers ‘Drive me to the Faubourg St. Ger- in. “Likely, indeed! and lose my place, Ma tol!—Faubourg Bt. Germain!” 1 have @ napoleon in my Docket, and I'll give it you if’'—— But the carriage drove on, I sank back on the curatons, but I was not defeated yet. block of trafic in the Rue de Trone. 1 put my hand out, opened the door on the left side, and the next mo- ment I was standing upon the pave- ment, and the heavy old carriage was with the door swinging A mao on horse- “Mr. What's-your-name,” said my Count Feliciani, the great banker, as you call him, is in prison”—— What?" I cried. “Oh,” said he, with the air of an old Boulevardier, “it is all over Paris. Caught embezzling State funds; rested at the railway station, acquaintance, truly, to boast of!" “Monsieur does mot affair of honor ink, in the Bais de There was a Nate, and @ bott said Perichaud, He was an who had tasted carved with other Me was alao a as most old army men are And what was the fair? Do you know?’ “Oh, mon Dieu!" was all that cursed busines Schions Lichtenberg, of which every Baron linhoft was Then I ran, ran till I was out of breath, and in @ broad street full of t going out to the unhappy fam- ily; for, though I did not know what embezzling funds meant, prison was Plain enough to my understanding. “Oh, Eloise!" mimicked the other, cigarette-end away, slipping down from the balustrad and adjusting his waistcoat prepara- tory to returning to the house. “Oh, Come on, cochon, appointment called Joubert, and they both went out into the night These two old soldiers must have A barrel organ was playing in the of sho asses wore trotting along, followed by an Au- and a cabriolet plying for hire was approaching on the opposite side of the way. I hailed the driver and told him to take mo to the Faubourg St, Germain. to in the Faubourg St. Ger- asked the man, t to go to the Count id Joubert, “it throwing his rathor shuffling, easy -goln, ting you at your ese, and speaking wit Voice, rolling @ #it'in with his own august handa, of- foring cigarettes with @ little shake of the box to loosen them and make your acceptance of one more easy, searching for # matchbox amid the papers on the desk; a true gentle- fran, thoagh an unfortunate Wm- peror When they re- turned, my father beckoned me to him @9@ ts speaking, tT i Haron von Lichtenber; then, as if something Picked a quarrel at the Grand Club le Duc de “Patrick can come down to the road and see me off. ‘ol of you, and bring @ lantern. Joubert Lit aw ia Was biack us black velvet wed Joubert's he marched veture the gravel of the drive carriage Was standing in the And again he hit me right shoulder. { struck him first foul blow, which | have never yet re- as he doubled up, of ali thin?” said Perichaud, The cabriolet drove in through the In the wind. ® eaten of & huge hotel in the Faubo that beats t Moscow cam- for blackness ou; this le be~ crowded with people—and such peo- Porters, female furniture deal- ere with heavy earrings, silken skirts aud ungloved, the sharks that ruin attracts There was a sale in prom i 1 knew nothing of I knew nothing of fina 4 just at the ro word of It to “No, no; not w wordt” Well, the Huron Curl von Lichten- berg was iad.” vehicle moved off he window and else can you call @ man who brings bie litte daughter He Jay for & moment where be had erambied on wil fours, nd running, stream jowing at the same hin dandy cane, with out Dia cigarette bos, baiuatrade, be made for the house, (his enfant tree propr fallen; then be it waa, that faced wae di to ane again! Me fancied abe w d-gone Lichtenbe that she wae doon d by the bid tn there with od dead and 4 the Countess lodgings elnew! me old deadw and | secured the © vid dead In due time | reached « *| and wan ushered into the Countess's presence By the window, stitehin, wnell garment, gat an ob . it eee oe borrtt | apned ue we returned Wer sewnied sharp figure, indeed, for presentation to the Why, that the price Due de Morny! or (hep ueuni due de Morn of Onbuawes bad gone up iH ve tu way to me wf this ad Mordiey! it waa (he Couptess if | had seen by some hour of the vl evuld be there nother the ehild The vieht before But Joubert did not reply Nest morning the One w uid have done it ouly vod Virwin interponed ” while the fat Depu lesson tn the reall this fairy tale womad whe mude thew judue trow completely in the shade Koop him wway! biubbering, with my whenine wf her Wi neal momen! and | wos be bouy euddeuly whose interviow Morey eee over oe unhetraed, aah under ine fam down to see me off, and vouebing with @ { her wees small a 04 with gatunie CHAPTER VI. The Kuined Ones, CHAPTER Vil The Vieomte 1 went to maar ond woutenaed whule bebe eeyeinion from coe, wh mye Of 2 the arouuds ¥ sles 40 Beiuoe wh ant key unt view urn prombalen d mace my mothers death Ww te Creches bed oot Lied ie the che! gee getomighed 25, 1915 wih bo Bt be SSS ee date HS NEXT: WEEK'S COMPLETE NOVEL IN THE EVENING WORLD 10 was not, Indeed, a sight to come often in @ child's Way, this flower of the boulevards, seventy, if exquisite, with a large Impassive, jored red face, the face of consul, In which were set of a good-tempered in Auvergne, from Paris to tell a child that its father was lying dead, shot through the heart by the Baron Imhoff. CHAPTER Vit. Nine Years Later. T HB déath of my father cast me into ani entirely new lite. © » Any one less fitting than the Vicomte Armand de Cha- tellan to be the guardian of & child of nine it would be hard to imagine at first sight. But my father was no fool. This gorgeous old night moth of the Becond Empire, this frequenter of Tortoni's and the Cafe de Parie—al- ways hard up with an inoome of 200,- 000 france a year—was @ man of rigid honor in his way. Left sole and irresponsible guardian of me and my money, he shuffied out of his difficulties and bothers by placing the latter in the funds and the, former in the Bourdaloue College —that game college of the Jesuit Fathers where the Comte de Coligny was receiving his education. Here nine years of my life wore spent — nine dull but not unhappy years. Lame and unfit for the army, completely cut off from the only pro- fexsion fit for a gentleman, to use the Vicomte's expression, I saw the oth- ers go off to join the Military oes and I would not have felt it so bit- terly had not De Coigny been among them. y ral enemy. All the time we spent together at the Hour- daloue, we scarcely spoke a word one to the other, Speechless enmity, there can scarcely be a worse condi- tion between boys or men. Little by little the beautiful Coun- tens and the sprightly Bloise faded from my mind. I tried to look them |; up, but they had quitted their hotel and had loft Be aderees: ey ehteen college, and ¢) Vicomte installed me in a set of rooms of own in Paris, with J bert for rvant and @ comfortable gllowance to liw on, On my eigh- teenth birthday he took me to = Tuileries to pay my respects to Third Napoleon, our Emperor. One might have thought that the Patch of the Tuileries belonged te the Vicomte de Chatelian, Be. foctly at home did he seem. ‘he ere. I waa left in an anteroom, the old gentleman, led by an wi disappeared for a 3 then he came back, ry me to follow him, led the way into a room where at @ desk-table, with a h these two eyes I saw him,” anid “And, more; once, whea made a movement as if to piyghes ‘ou by the sleeve your ittle nightshirt—so"—and he plucked if to hold you bask, to keep you there listening to the music.” ‘That evening I went at ‘. Invitation to a student ball. I saw another old time face. A fresh eruption of guests burst into Me Te —two men and three girls, all Risser and linked together arm- ih-arm, It was well T had the wall bebind me to lean agai: one of the girls, @ lovely blonde, dressed as « herdess, was the Countess Fell- man T had lost my heart to as a child, the woman I bad touched by premature old age in little sitting room of the Hotel Mayence, the same woman fejuve- nated, and turned by some ‘and into a girl of eighteen, laagh! and joyous. T pointed her out to a pase taste and asked who she m hi thi with somo ice in it. Hurry up! There's the band beginning again. Later in the evening I met Marte. I asked her to sup with me at a'near- by, restaurant. She accepted, hun- erily, I ordered everything that the place wn supply, and I watched her as she a She was very beautiful; quite the most beaut! woman had ever seen, with the exception of the Coun- toan Feliciani. “Your are not drinking. Why, are not eating! What is the with you, M. l'Aristocrat?” ‘ “T am in love,” replied I. & She lau her in a laughed at our fantastic shadows a we walked arm in arm down the silent Rue Petit Thouars, Then, at a door in @ side street, down which we had turned, she stopped and drew a key from her pocket. ‘The door was open now. She something, ‘but she whispered” something, but she wi = neta took herin my arman® OTe” ook he: “Rlolse!” Taal. “Toto! Who—where"—— Recol- “The Castle of pine forests, ttle bras a hd find Ip but zon were bo aro. yas only a could mot find: you. hove. dound you She was clin to sobbing wildly. ‘The sobs seemed to teas ber ee Pieces. knew you, hae’ dia not recollect—tte fects tle Toto! How cigarette between his lips and @ pen pam in his hand, sat Napoleon, He threw the pen down and rose to greet us. im How wrinkled he looked! And how different, ween close and familiarly, {from what be appeared 1 js car. amid a cloud of dust, — git- sabres, and surrounded by bie guards and gentlemen! Quite an unfeartul person; old, and rt #24 put- ‘ther dreamy, ightly nasal armohair for you to I was stil nd that is sfeotly wall, a aha eae and wreathed ip bis cigarette uke, be toll into @ litle reverts, We talked--he, my guardian, and L My lameneas w mierated, and, when our audience wan ended and M Siete wee ane nyunced as Wait of hia Cabinet, holding our bande af- feotionaiely, paiting my shoulder, ond al] with such & grace and good. explained abd com i us out penn ot heart aa to make me for ever bin admirer and friend Ab, thet wae & good man lot ia peror! eae day I met in the street 7 « man 1 knew et elgit for the violin: it with the happy fase, who played (hat night at the Mehloas Lick- tenvere lie did pet know me ip the least How could be connect the ehild ia te ones, woking down from tae volmy of (he taste, with the young ony who wee toning Die bet to 0 the Houmwverd HH MMieneit ue, monet,” wad 1, wat ave the vieamure of your Yuu wil pot remember ae | wenn, “Witt fomemuer you. wer in Cormeny, "e Ack Gull!” be ered, sayying wa oot on the futon the cbse ” be palery, the one iy White’ Yor ehid 1, “thet wea he Yow | fore wy tiente J oh you te we Die Wehr le 47 wet y he elery wlending be you, Geeeed ot 8 outer, wie ae tee bee riewedere id Vem 4 peomed ‘aid on my ‘ 1 bed eee ore oe thet wight, ood tbe by Veuve was the oorriy Vraneiue peed on tim, “thete wee oy There 4 the @ar { the ew? Teee Freveue leughed ot the eo lung Despite her ang on had no more real knowledge of thing wo amuse onssett witha thas vary hard to obtalas se * in the country, You wi cereiiers ori ‘Prion, wi bewutitul Ugh tenborg “1 am erying because I ald vohe, wh the ainet oy wh ibe Pen ioe hor for the fret me th hewe been differ just the ghd of Lichen! the ite feure | hed jest seen ot ene ” bet arms the . . ‘The Countess ani had died when Rlolse was dtvesa, ey wore in the greatest’ poverty, living the Rue St. Lasare. It was the old, old, wicked, mel, rf. A model at Cardiilac’s etice the: wretched home. That was The question, spoken in the semi- darkness, caused shiver to rua MWe. kno wa?” I said. “Or what inowa?* . he in doing? Eloise, lam T met @ man to-di , & musi be mw me at the Schioss tas whieh seems so long 5 about Carl, Lat us talk of i You can't stay here a be inughed "You will leave this pines Eicine 7 ¥ feta 4, woe the cumtry are : « on, tae forest by, you are cannot tell you my toatl | ean ‘ng the not pul them into words, It f 1 had seen Moloch face hy 4 seen ihe bresen inonster Aauere of Cart ween the > ating priests and the little ¥, ebiidren seised bY the braces 404 plunged io the burning ot 1 found the Houlerera Wt aimost deserted ae nd ti oy Mt te the tes «ou lo de he Ovens nees wih bs + with the siuber even What wer i te 60 ote 4 seedy mete wp my a 1 put ber Ww live bo the Pay o juoe 1 hed mot i ie. a world eacep! vid Joubert, oF @ 1 wowld be we longer (Te the Continued? CHING AWAY FOR THE SUMMEK! Kemember The tive ing World prints cach week 6 complete uplodale n0vdl week's reading! Wave The tive